Such speculation makes Long Kaizhe's mood somewhat exhilarated and joyful.

The cold eyes also melted slightly.

"You like me."

Long Kaizhe's slight opening, no ridicule, no inquiry, just a affirmative sentence, but let Wen Yan on the other end of the phone scared, the microphone fell to the ground.

The crisp voice made Long Kaizhe's lip angle rise a little radian, though not obvious, but it did melt his cold.

"Breaking my phone, I'll sell you out of debt!"

Wen Yan had not yet recovered from the shock of Long Kaizhe's words just now, but was somewhat bleeding from his next words.

"Bad corn! It's just a phone call. I...